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среда, 21 ноября 2012
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Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Лишь к июлю Калачеевский райсуд созрел для рассмотрения заявлений о фальсификациях. И пришел к такому выводу: «Заявители не представили доказательств, которые с достоверностью свидетельствуют, что при подсчете голосов и определении итогов голосования избирательное законодательство было нарушено… Установлено, что голосование, подсчет голосов и итогов голосования, оформления протоколов УИК об итогах и выдачи копий протоколов осуществлялась в соответствии с избирательным законодательством РФ. Доводы заявителя… строятся на предположениях, эмоциях, которые не могут быть приняты судом во внимание.
…Суд считает копии протоколов участковых избирательных комиссий об итогах голосования на избирательных участках не допустимым доказательством. Сведений о возбуждении уголовного дела в отношении членов УИК не представлено, следовательно, фальсификация итогов голосования не нашла подтверждения».
...суд не только не нашел оснований для отмены итогов голосования, но и повторил все бредовые версии в своем решении: что в 18 УИК были сделаны «описки» в копиях протоколов, выданных наблюдателям. Именно эти 18 УИК сдали протоколы только через два часа после «технического сбоя» в 3 часа ночи, когда уже 21 комиссия сдала протоколы. «Описок» было сделано на 4495 голосов в пользу «Единой России» – 12,3% от числа проголосовавших избирателей.
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…Суд считает копии протоколов участковых избирательных комиссий об итогах голосования на избирательных участках не допустимым доказательством. Сведений о возбуждении уголовного дела в отношении членов УИК не представлено, следовательно, фальсификация итогов голосования не нашла подтверждения».
...суд не только не нашел оснований для отмены итогов голосования, но и повторил все бредовые версии в своем решении: что в 18 УИК были сделаны «описки» в копиях протоколов, выданных наблюдателям. Именно эти 18 УИК сдали протоколы только через два часа после «технического сбоя» в 3 часа ночи, когда уже 21 комиссия сдала протоколы. «Описок» было сделано на 4495 голосов в пользу «Единой России» – 12,3% от числа проголосовавших избирателей.
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понедельник, 19 ноября 2012
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воскресенье, 18 ноября 2012
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Примерный транскрипт
Примерный транскрипт
Мне ужасно нравится Дженна
И я окончательно запуталась в Кларе
Особенно с этими намёками: "So you couldn't be the same character at Christmas. That would be just impossible. - No way."О, этот голос за кадром в приквеле и сказка о Докторе в трейлере! Здравствуй, Моффат, давно не виделись.
А ещё я представляю себе, как это будет звучать в русской озвучке: "Снеговики! Автор сценария - Стивен Моффат".
Прочее
суббота, 17 ноября 2012
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"Не могут же ложные воспоминания звонить ей домой?
... хотя, зная Моффа, не удивлюсь"
(с) Eizeer
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You and I remember Utah very differently. (с)
... хотя, зная Моффа, не удивлюсь"
(с) Eizeer
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You and I remember Utah very differently. (с)
пятница, 16 ноября 2012
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По следам этой истории.
РТД великолепно чувствует такие социальные штуки. И поэтому команды, спасающие мир, у него иногда выглядят так:
или так (гик - слева):
РТД великолепно чувствует такие социальные штуки. И поэтому команды, спасающие мир, у него иногда выглядят так:
или так (гик - слева):
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четверг, 15 ноября 2012
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15.11.2012 в 22:36
Пишет Сорен:Воронежцы и нам сочувствующие!
кому не сложно, жамкните кнопочку "ДА" в голосовалке тут
и будет нам счастье в виде спектакля 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' от любимых наших NT Live
URL записикому не сложно, жамкните кнопочку "ДА" в голосовалке тут
и будет нам счастье в виде спектакля 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' от любимых наших NT Live
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14.11.2012 в 17:55
Пишет mysteryofobscurity:Промо-фото к приквелу к рождественского спешала
Двухминутный приквел, а также трейлер к эпизоду будут показаны в рамках программы BBC Children in Need в пятницу, 16 ноября.
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Двухминутный приквел, а также трейлер к эпизоду будут показаны в рамках программы BBC Children in Need в пятницу, 16 ноября.
Чёрт, какой же он старый.
Апд. marizetta принесла ещё одну промку.
На всякий случай под кат
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среда, 14 ноября 2012
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Этот неловкий момент, когда ДК-показ в твоём городе устраивают какие-то совершенно незнакомые люди.
В общем, я рекламирую и собираюсь пойти, но ни за что отвечать не могу)))
Вечер "Doctor Who" в антикафе "ФорумЧай"!
Смотрим:
3х10 "Не моргай"
5х04 "Время Ангелов"
5х05 "Плоть и Камень"
7х05 "Ангелы захватывают Манхэттен"
А в перерыве Вас ждет небольшая викторина!
Стоимость мероприятия- 250р
г. Воронеж, ул. 25 Октября, д.48
Подробности
В общем, я рекламирую и собираюсь пойти, но ни за что отвечать не могу)))
Вечер "Doctor Who" в антикафе "ФорумЧай"!
Смотрим:
3х10 "Не моргай"
5х04 "Время Ангелов"
5х05 "Плоть и Камень"
7х05 "Ангелы захватывают Манхэттен"
А в перерыве Вас ждет небольшая викторина!
Стоимость мероприятия- 250р
г. Воронеж, ул. 25 Октября, д.48
Подробности
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вторник, 13 ноября 2012
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«Here we are as on a darkling plain» by BrinneyFriday
He finds her in Amy and Rory’s bedroom, sitting on the floor in that black dress and staring blankly at one of Amy’s discarded sweaters by her foot. In her eyes is a well of unshed tears and his hearts ache at the sight of it – at all the things she never lets him see. Not willing to interrupt even though she almost certainly knows he’s standing there, hovering in the doorway, the Doctor doesn’t move. The sight of his wife doing her best not to cry in the middle of her parent’s bedroom is too much, however, and he casts his gaze around the room.
«***» by Aquarellis
У них с Рори на двоих крохотная комнатушка и бедная меблировка. Эми чувствует себя героиней рассказа О.Генри и твердит про себя, что ни за что не пожалела бы свои роскошные рыжие волосы.
У них с Рори на двоих общие воспоминания о приключениях и жизни в двадцать первом веке. На двоих горечь разлуки. Любовь на двоих.
«***» by isamai
Он сам еще как-то вывернется, регенерирует, а они - хрупкие существа с одним-единственным сердцем, с простой системой дыхания - возможно нет. Удивительные люди. Рискующие всем ради призрачного шанса. Любящие, сильнее чем возможно, пробивающие этой любовью все барьеры. Люди научили его почти всему тому, что он сейчас считает собой.
«Grow Old With Me» by betawho
He reached up and kissed each eye. Taking the tears on his lips. He pulled back. "I think at this point you've still known me longer than I've known you." He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry I haven't been a better husband."
She jerked back. Her face outraged. "Who said...!"
"You did," he reminded her, her face still held in his hands. "When you felt you had to hide your injury from me."
«A Fool Distinguishes Man But Love Equals All» by http://stormcages.tumblr.com/
They kissed half to remember and half to forget but wholly to feel each other move and burn. She tasted like copper, like metal had cut through her and found a home inside her cheeks and pushed her smile up and out because otherwise she wouldn’t have managed a smile at all. He tasted like smoke, like sulfur and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and everything that makes life only this time it suffocated. They didn’t breathe; they gasped for air, he bit at her lower lip, and then it wasn’t okay any more.
Whenever he let his walls fall down, and the ageless god peered down from behind the cracked facade of a twelve-year-old, the Doctor always forgot that the walls had to fall down onto something. In between kisses and copper and smoke, he remembered that they always fell on her.
«Comfort» by spoilersweetie
The Doctor looks down for a moment, getting control of his tears before his eyes flicker upwards to lock with hers. “Stay with me,” the words are out of his mouth before he can think about them.
River nods patiently. “As long as you need me sweetie,” she assures him but -
“No,” he says, shaking his head and pulling her hands from his face to take both of them in his own, his eyes searching hers intently. “I don’t just mean right now, I don’t mean for the night, or the week, I - I mean forever,” he begs her, even as he knows as the words leave his lips that it cannot be so. It’s fixed, him and her, and by attempting to change that they would unravel their entire history.
«was a promise really something people kept» by cheshire_song
“This,” He pointed to the photo. “This is Rory’s mother.” The woman choked on a sob, gripping the frame tightly as his hand wrapped around hers. “I thought there was something familiar about you.” He whispered, reaching for her chin, guiding her eyes back to his. “The Doctor told me about time being strange and wonderful; he told me of some of the things he’d seen and some of the fantastic things that had happened to him. And you have her eyes.” He brushed a tear away from her cheek, smiling. “Is it too much to believe you are who I think you are?”
She didn’t say a word; she couldn’t.
“My wife is gone, she’s been gone a long time; Rory never had any brothers or sisters and when he married Amy, I thought maybe... Please don’t tell me that I’ve gone mad. Rory was going to be a great Dad, I made him swear.”
«With the changing wind» by HONEYNOIR
So, he ties his jacket around his hips and carries tiny skirts and burly jumpers and folds plates into newspaper and bins shrivelled oranges and disconnects the tv and unhangs van Gogh reproductions and rolls up carpets and coils fairy lights and puts all the mops and rakes and plastic swords in a corner and wrestles curtains and resists the urge to break absolutely everything, and when he’s done, Brian’s still scrubbing the floor.
«Mundane Joy» by snubnosedsil
When the manuscript from River had finally arrived, more than a decade after they'd last seen their daughter, Rory cried. Amy didn't. She cut through the twine eagerly with her sharpest pair of scissors, and hungrily devoured the contents of the letters enclosed with the novel. She smiled at her daughter's handwriting, and laughed when she re-read the purple prose that would eventually (or had already) make the Doctor say "Yowza!"
She wondered if he still said it.
She wondered if he’d taken to wearing her glasses.
She didn't wonder why the ache in the Doctor-place in her heart no longer hurt quite so much.
He finds her in Amy and Rory’s bedroom, sitting on the floor in that black dress and staring blankly at one of Amy’s discarded sweaters by her foot. In her eyes is a well of unshed tears and his hearts ache at the sight of it – at all the things she never lets him see. Not willing to interrupt even though she almost certainly knows he’s standing there, hovering in the doorway, the Doctor doesn’t move. The sight of his wife doing her best not to cry in the middle of her parent’s bedroom is too much, however, and he casts his gaze around the room.
«***» by Aquarellis
У них с Рори на двоих крохотная комнатушка и бедная меблировка. Эми чувствует себя героиней рассказа О.Генри и твердит про себя, что ни за что не пожалела бы свои роскошные рыжие волосы.
У них с Рори на двоих общие воспоминания о приключениях и жизни в двадцать первом веке. На двоих горечь разлуки. Любовь на двоих.
«***» by isamai
Он сам еще как-то вывернется, регенерирует, а они - хрупкие существа с одним-единственным сердцем, с простой системой дыхания - возможно нет. Удивительные люди. Рискующие всем ради призрачного шанса. Любящие, сильнее чем возможно, пробивающие этой любовью все барьеры. Люди научили его почти всему тому, что он сейчас считает собой.
«Grow Old With Me» by betawho
He reached up and kissed each eye. Taking the tears on his lips. He pulled back. "I think at this point you've still known me longer than I've known you." He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry I haven't been a better husband."
She jerked back. Her face outraged. "Who said...!"
"You did," he reminded her, her face still held in his hands. "When you felt you had to hide your injury from me."
«A Fool Distinguishes Man But Love Equals All» by http://stormcages.tumblr.com/
They kissed half to remember and half to forget but wholly to feel each other move and burn. She tasted like copper, like metal had cut through her and found a home inside her cheeks and pushed her smile up and out because otherwise she wouldn’t have managed a smile at all. He tasted like smoke, like sulfur and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and everything that makes life only this time it suffocated. They didn’t breathe; they gasped for air, he bit at her lower lip, and then it wasn’t okay any more.
Whenever he let his walls fall down, and the ageless god peered down from behind the cracked facade of a twelve-year-old, the Doctor always forgot that the walls had to fall down onto something. In between kisses and copper and smoke, he remembered that they always fell on her.
«Comfort» by spoilersweetie
The Doctor looks down for a moment, getting control of his tears before his eyes flicker upwards to lock with hers. “Stay with me,” the words are out of his mouth before he can think about them.
River nods patiently. “As long as you need me sweetie,” she assures him but -
“No,” he says, shaking his head and pulling her hands from his face to take both of them in his own, his eyes searching hers intently. “I don’t just mean right now, I don’t mean for the night, or the week, I - I mean forever,” he begs her, even as he knows as the words leave his lips that it cannot be so. It’s fixed, him and her, and by attempting to change that they would unravel their entire history.
«was a promise really something people kept» by cheshire_song
“This,” He pointed to the photo. “This is Rory’s mother.” The woman choked on a sob, gripping the frame tightly as his hand wrapped around hers. “I thought there was something familiar about you.” He whispered, reaching for her chin, guiding her eyes back to his. “The Doctor told me about time being strange and wonderful; he told me of some of the things he’d seen and some of the fantastic things that had happened to him. And you have her eyes.” He brushed a tear away from her cheek, smiling. “Is it too much to believe you are who I think you are?”
She didn’t say a word; she couldn’t.
“My wife is gone, she’s been gone a long time; Rory never had any brothers or sisters and when he married Amy, I thought maybe... Please don’t tell me that I’ve gone mad. Rory was going to be a great Dad, I made him swear.”
«With the changing wind» by HONEYNOIR
So, he ties his jacket around his hips and carries tiny skirts and burly jumpers and folds plates into newspaper and bins shrivelled oranges and disconnects the tv and unhangs van Gogh reproductions and rolls up carpets and coils fairy lights and puts all the mops and rakes and plastic swords in a corner and wrestles curtains and resists the urge to break absolutely everything, and when he’s done, Brian’s still scrubbing the floor.
«Mundane Joy» by snubnosedsil
When the manuscript from River had finally arrived, more than a decade after they'd last seen their daughter, Rory cried. Amy didn't. She cut through the twine eagerly with her sharpest pair of scissors, and hungrily devoured the contents of the letters enclosed with the novel. She smiled at her daughter's handwriting, and laughed when she re-read the purple prose that would eventually (or had already) make the Doctor say "Yowza!"
She wondered if he still said it.
She wondered if he’d taken to wearing her glasses.
She didn't wonder why the ache in the Doctor-place in her heart no longer hurt quite so much.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
«Washing up» by HONEYNOIR
“This house...” his Dad said, so softly Rory had to strain to hear. “Was that you?”
The Doctor looked up at the ceiling, stilled his feet; answered just as softly, “Yes. It was.”
“The car?”
“That too.”
“My son answering the door dressed as a Roman? Three times that’s happened... twice with Amy-the-police-officer in tow.”
“Oh, dear. Ponds!”
«The Woman Between Two Lives» by DQBunny
“So, you’ve met him.” He didn’t need her answer. He could see it in the look on her face, how her carefully constructed mask slipped just enough for the affection for Brian and the pain that came along with it to show.
“They don’t know.” River gestured to the occupied bedroom, and there was a quick, rebellious grin. “To Brian, I’m just an archaeology professor that visits the same coffee shop he does every morning. We sit, have coffee, discuss things. As much as I can tell him, at least. He invites me all the time to go have dinner with him and Amy and Rory, and I can’t because then the lie’s too big.”
«Martyr» by betawho
Her voice went hard, her hands holding his face tightly. "Why did you kill the Time Lords?” He jerked back at her accusatory voice.
Her blue green eyes bored into his.
“Did you do it for power?” she demanded harshly.
He jerked again. “No!” Why would she even ask that?
“Did you do it because you hated them?” she asked.
“NO!” He grabbed her hands and tried to shove her away. But she held him tight, her hands digging into his face, hands bred for strength.
“This house...” his Dad said, so softly Rory had to strain to hear. “Was that you?”
The Doctor looked up at the ceiling, stilled his feet; answered just as softly, “Yes. It was.”
“The car?”
“That too.”
“My son answering the door dressed as a Roman? Three times that’s happened... twice with Amy-the-police-officer in tow.”
“Oh, dear. Ponds!”
«The Woman Between Two Lives» by DQBunny
“So, you’ve met him.” He didn’t need her answer. He could see it in the look on her face, how her carefully constructed mask slipped just enough for the affection for Brian and the pain that came along with it to show.
“They don’t know.” River gestured to the occupied bedroom, and there was a quick, rebellious grin. “To Brian, I’m just an archaeology professor that visits the same coffee shop he does every morning. We sit, have coffee, discuss things. As much as I can tell him, at least. He invites me all the time to go have dinner with him and Amy and Rory, and I can’t because then the lie’s too big.”
«Martyr» by betawho
Her voice went hard, her hands holding his face tightly. "Why did you kill the Time Lords?” He jerked back at her accusatory voice.
Her blue green eyes bored into his.
“Did you do it for power?” she demanded harshly.
He jerked again. “No!” Why would she even ask that?
“Did you do it because you hated them?” she asked.
“NO!” He grabbed her hands and tried to shove her away. But she held him tight, her hands digging into his face, hands bred for strength.
воскресенье, 11 ноября 2012
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| 3. Хаффлпафф | 7 | (20%) | |
| 4. Слизерин | 2 | (5.71%) | |
| Всего: | 35 | ||
пятница, 09 ноября 2012
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08.11.2012 в 23:57
Пишет Nicoll:Проверьте свою интуицию
Выбрав десять уголовных дел последнего времени, Esquire предлагает каждому вынести свой вердикт подсудимым и проверить, соответствует ли он реальному приговору.
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URL записиВыбрав десять уголовных дел последнего времени, Esquire предлагает каждому вынести свой вердикт подсудимым и проверить, соответствует ли он реальному приговору.
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четверг, 08 ноября 2012
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